Darting here and there ...
Û The Giants can deal with the Melky Cabrera blow in two ways now that so many people are pronouncing them dead -- as a shot in the heart or a shot in the arm.
Û Then again, talk of any kind of shot might be the absolute wrong reference.
Û No kidding, we should have known something was up when the Melk Men (and the maids) made a mysterious disappearance from AT&T Park well before the suspension came down.
Û Even if they're tempted, the Giants won't re-sign Melky. The backlash would be savage considering all the franchise has been through. Only Pandas from here on in.
Û The Giants had their optimum middle of the lineup -- Cabrera, Buster Posey, Pablo Sandoval, Hunter Pence -- for one game. But in the end for the Giants season, pitching will determine its outcome.
Û We're with Kirk Gibson all the way. You want to stop the cheating, get tougher -- a full season and a club option to dissolve the contract for the first offense, a lifetime ban if you're stupid enough to try again.
Û The Giants surely would have taken a clean .290 with half the homers and RBIs. Cabrera didn't have to become chemical Superman.
Û Painful as it may be, the timing of the Cabrera development is a whole lot better than if it happened after he signed a three-year, $40 million contract.
Û Thanks, young Posey, for bringing simple clarity to an act that launched a million words: "Ultimately, it was a bad decision." Follow that man.
Û Worst upshot of each new baseball drug bust: The media revive Victor Conte as the alleged celebrity authority. Ever notice, like Jose Canseco, how readily available he is to spout off?
Û A sale price of $800 million for the San Diego Padres provides a more accurate barometer of the A's worth. And the Padres have a relatively new stadium. No wonder Lew Wolff doesn't want to sell.
Û Intriguing that the A's invited back two fired managers, Art Howe and Ken Macha, for a celebration of their 20-game winning streak in 2002 ... and they accepted. Apparently for a weekend, anyway, it was a worthy reconnect.
Û After all these years, Howe still doesn't look a bit like Philip Seymour Hoffman. Or act like him.
Û Somebody surely coughed up this line already, but we haven't seen it: Too bad Tim Salmon isn't still around to play alongside Mike Trout.
Û It has been fewer than 10 days, but we're already having beach volleyball withdrawal.
Û India was like the Charlotte Bobcats of the London Games. A population of 1.22 billion, no gold medals. Apparently, in some places, jock mentality is not a priority.
Û Not counting the heats, it took Jamaica cumulatively less than 1 minute, 20 seconds to capture its four golds. Now that's efficiency!
Û She was nails in the women's soccer final, but it won't get us to read Hope Solo's book.
Û As for the men, guess they bypassed London to get that long-sought victory in Mexico City. No medals, but it was golden.
Û Despite the hefty U.S. haul at the Games, the Americans were shut out in men's boxing. Not even a bleedin' bronze. Andre Ward remains the last U.S. gold medalist, in 2004, a distinction that must mortify him.
Û Well, at least we know Colin Kaepernick can run. Run an offense? Still open to question, but it gives us something to pass the time for three more ho-hum weeks.
Û Meanwhile, Terrelle Pryor doesn't just have to shake off rust. The Raiders might have to chip it off with a hammer and chisel.
Û Finally, a pause for priorities. Enough Olympiad and PED ruminations. Time for the fantasy draft!
Contact Carl Steward at firstname.lastname@example.org. More darting on Twitter @stewardsfolly.